85 & 75.

9:4

9

176

Contemplation.

2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray

Come forth as from the soul within,
And from a higher sky.

2 'Twas brighter far than noonday's beam;
It shone from God within,
And lit, as by a lamp from heaven,

The world's dark track of sin.

J. Very.

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James Turle.

8s & 75.

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